Traitors Gate Novels & Stories

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

The darkness concealed their movements, but I sensed their presence as a predator lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike again. I muttered under my breath, "They’re out there… planning their next move." A soft voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see Rurik, his face grim and tired. "Alpha, we’ve found something in the mess. Look here." He handed me a small piece of parchment, its edges sang with fire. I unrolled it carefully. The scrawl was hurried but legible: "The gate shall fall if the loyal guard slumbers. Beware the traitors in the night." My blood ran cold. It was a message that confirmed my worst fears: our enemy had infiltrated our lines.

“Lock every gate! No one leaves, no one enters! We will hunt this traitor tonight!” Prese shivered. She could not tell if the stranger was their savior—or the very enemy she warned about.

A man bound in chains and forced into labor is working under the heat and resistance of his imprisonment, as the 12th gate and God’s symbol illuminated unto his right hand indicating his true identity. To the both of them that draws the sinister smile, the candle is blown out as a whispering voice echoes in the far distance and secluded place. To the echoing footstep of the traitor and the masked clown, a door is open as a chained person forced to deliver his every command dims his eyes and marks the true distinct eyes of a golden brown and blond hair as the 12th gate true owner, JK whispers. “How are you doing, Sagittarius holder, Aaron?”

Petra told him, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “And I suppose I ought to thank you for that loyalty,” Christian simply said. As halfhearted as his words were, it was enough to make Petra feel much joy from them. Joy that she held back on, since she was driving at the moment. “On another note, Retchet, that gate you spoke of is that close, right?” Christian questioned the Beta werewolf. “I swear on my life, that gate is there,” he answered. “I know it’s hard to believe, considering you have gone there plenty of times before.”

His end. The two recruits had been brought by the mother church bureaucrat. He had notified Tristan they were safe. But they were carefully plants of the church, whose battalion now surrounded the rebels with arrows pointed at them from above and swords that could kill them. The traitor barked out, “Hold your weapons, revolutionist! You do not stand a chance.” They spiraled around close to each other, looking up at the church warriors above them, ready to rain down death. The two traitors moved toward Tristan, who stood without burden. He was relinquished to extinction anyway. The lead traitor mumbled with a casual composure, “Tristan. I was not informed you had done so much damage in the ch

“Don’t worry, Christopher and Angelo have gone to fetch them. We need to get you as far away from here as possible.” “I’m not leaving until I see Marla.” Seemingly dejected, he temporarily gave up his persuasion and focussed on getting Douglas on call instead. “Douglas, we’ve been tricked.” He said. “They’ve attacked us here. We need more people here right now!” “What do you mean tricked?” April asked in surprise. “Uh..” He stammered. “Now is not the time to explain things-” “Marla,” I mumbled as my eyes caught a figure coming toward us.

She demanded to know why I was suspicious of her. The moment the police arrived, Shirley instantly fell silent. Not a single word came out of her mouth. 'I'm screwed. Keith, you dumb jerk, are you trying to ruin me?' I almost laughed. During the search, after a casual reminder from me, the officers found the pinhole camera hidden inside Shirley's collar. My mom was shaking with anger. She pointed at Shirley in disappointment. "How could you do something like this? "Our family has always been good to you. How could you betray us like this?"

“…that seems bad.” The golden-eyed man near the throne looked genuinely tense now. For the first time since they arrived. “No,” he said quietly. “It’s impossible.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What is?” The stranger stared at the rising gate. At the symbols burning across its surface. Then slowly looked back at Kael and Rhydian. “The gate only opens,” he whispered, “for mutual devotion.” Silence. Rhydian blinked once. “…I’m sorry, did our emotional problems just unlock an eldritch apocalypse?”

Right now, the gates were glowing with blinding intensity, infinitely spawning massive, winged Obsidian Wyverns that immediately took to the red, glitching sky. "The Wyverns are the digital mirrors of the real-world trains!" Jax yelled, his binary cloak whipping in the digital wind. "Every time one spawns here, a train is launched at your convoy!" "Break the gates!" Marcus ordered. The Ghost Army charged. Thousands of players hurled themselves at the massive purple portals. But the gates were defended. Towering, heavily armored Admin constructs—the Gatekeepers—swung massive halberds, carving through the front lines of the glitching players.